from mcgrady

when i was home in north carolina in june i helped my mom plant three rows of corn in the garden.  little dried corn seedlings, dyed red so you don't lose them in the dirt.  abby the dog "helped" us.  i mourned the fact that i'm never at home in august when the corn is ready to eat, and fresh corn on the cob is a religious experience.  i made my parents promise to mail me some corn in august.

today i received that corn in the mail.

!!!!!!

my parents are awesome.

8 ears of corn still in their husks, in ziploc bags and protected by some shredded paper.  yessssssssss.

and a bonus!  one (dead) green bug in an ear of corn.  i didn't get a photo of that.

i made enchiladas verdes (with black beans, not chicken) and they were DELISH.  the corn was sweet and crisp and i was (am) happy.  the rest of the corn is off the cob and in the freezer for another day.

life is good.